The following is a sample of an adaption of a Shakespeare work by David J. Andalora. The scene is from Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 2.
I do believe you think what now you speak;
But what we do determine oft we break.
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity;
Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;
But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.
Most necessary tis that we forget
To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
The violence of either grief or joy
Their own enactures with themselves destroy:
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
Mr. Andaloras adaptation
I know you believe what youre saying now,
But life makes us break promises, somehow.
Such vows are important when we make them,
But not as important when we break them.
Like new apples are stuck tight to the trees,
But old apples fall with the slightest breeze.
We should not feel sorrow for vows we break
Perhaps the vow itself was a mistake.
Vows made in passion are strong for a day,
But weaken as the passion fades away.
Sometimes joy can be ruined by sorrow
But sadness might turn to joy tomorrow.